Plain toast diet on Sunday.
The acrid dry taste in my mouth left a bitter feeling. The unsweetened dark tea and cigarette just added the staleness as I chewed my plain toast. It’s the only thing I can think of eating right now without the feeling of wanting to throw up.
The growling feeling in my stomach I have been feeling since yesterday turned out to be a signal of some kind of an infection in my indigestion system. What a terrific week - end this turn out to be. Not to mention the kind of emotional state I have been having lately that seems to be taking all the wrong turns. I think I need to see a fucking doctor. This is really a fucking wonderful day I'm having.
Doctor…doctor, mend my heart too while you’re in there, will ya? Lately it has been feeling kind of stale too. If you see some open stitches there just stitch it back nicely. Maybe a close heart is much safer than an open heart. A guarded fortress that will hold not only enemies attack but also those with friendly gestures. My mind is thinking of the next food diet I’m going to have today. Something warm and nice that won’t make me wants to throw up when I eat it. I can't think of any. Everything seems to make me want to throw up today.
I need to see a doctor. I’ll go tomorrow so I don’t have to end up seeing some doctors in some shitty ER rooms today. Doctors take day off too on Sunday just like the rest of the world. That's not the only thing that is taking a day off this Sunday. My sanity seems to take a day off as well. I hope it is not going to take a long freaking vacation.
I wonder what kind of doctor that can heal a stale heart? Plain toast and stale heart, they really taste like shit.
